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and pick out something suitable. We have a whole wardrobe department on standby if you can’t find something you like or that fits properly.”
    “I thought you said you knew my size,” Freddy countered.
    “You do know the average American woman is a size fourteen, and the average reality show woman is a size two.” He looked her over, from shoes to hairline. “We may need to do some alterations with you.”
    “Are you saying I’m fat?” Freddy asked him, punctuating the last word between clenched teeth. She felt her nostrils flair.
    Logan’s hand on her arm was the only thing that prevented her from jumping over the desk. “He means you have curves, and they don’t. Isn’t that right, Roberto?”
    Roberto leaned back and clasped his hands over his chest. “Mostly.”
    “I can’t do this,” Freddy said after a few moments of silence. “There has to be a way out.” An edgy feeling she couldn’t control built inside her. “Maybe some creative accounting so the network doesn’t lose money if the show doesn’t air?”
    “Creative accountants and people who try to break contracts often end up in court,” Roberto offered.
    Freddy looked at him. Roberto’s face read dead serious. He flipped through the papers on the clipboard and detached a stack before sliding them across the desktop to her.
    “I’ll leave you a copy of the entry contract you signed and give you time to review it overnight. I think you’ll find everything has been spelled out quite clearly. We can meet again tomorrow after breakfast to go over anything you might not understand or want to understand.”
    She frowned at his dry tone. “I don’t like your attitude. Maybe the network can send someone else.”
    “Good luck with that request.” Roberto’s voice projected confidence.
    “I’d need luck?”
    “Because I asked Uncle Efron for this show, and nothing is going to stop it from airing. It’s going to earn me an Emmy.”
    “Uncle Efron?”
    “Efron Canterwilde III, the executive producer. My mother’s brother.”
    “Oh, great,” Freddy said, sinking back down into the leather chair.
    Roberto smiled with the victory. “Now, let’s go over some of the basics of what we expect of both of you, shall we?”
    Logan and Freddy looked at each other. What other option did they really have?

Freddy roamed the top floor of the mansion. She could hear noise coming from Logan’s side. Sometimes it sounded like doors banging, and sometimes it sounded like water running. She couldn’t imagine what was going on.
    Maybe she should go over there and offer to help him settle in. She started to walk across the connecting walkway and stopped. Considering the situation in which she’d put him, maybe she should just mind her own business for once. She walked back toward her own suite. At least two more times, her mind flipped one way and then the other until she felt like a sentinel walking a war post.
    This was ridiculous. She took a deep breath. She was going over there. At his doorway, she pasted on what she hoped was a charming smile and lifted her hand to knock. But as the thought of sharing the upper level of the mansion with him for the next six weeks flashed across her mind, her fist stopped an inch before it struck the door as she suffered what she was sure was a hot flash. She really wanted to share something significant with Logan; something more than “Pass the fries” at a fast-food place. Had wanted to since she began to think of him as more than just a running back on the opposing football team when she was a kid. She just never thought it would be sharing a house with him with the goal of getting him a date with someone else.
    Too far past the time to worry about that now, she blew out a long breath of air and finally knocked. “Logan,” she called out, “I heard you slamming doors and hoped it wasn’t on my account.”
    “It is, but come in anyway,” she heard him call back.
    She couldn’t see him when she first